Annabelle in transition

Posted: April 9, 2012 in Dogs, Personal
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Tonight we take Annabelle to her next foster home for a visit so that she’s a little used to the people, the person , and the dogs before she moves there in the next day or two.  It’s a difficult moment. Because of our upcoming schedule, traveling a lot, our younger daughter going away to art school this fall, and a rental house, where I’ll be moving to finally join my husband (also this fall, we hope), the move has to happen.  But it’s so difficult!

A couple days ago, as if in unknowing protest, a bump showed up on Annabelle’s neck and got bigger each day.  Our daughter called the vet, a wonderful woman who comes to homes, and set up an appointment for this morning.  Before taking Annabelle out for her bathroom break this morning, I looked at the bump.  It looked very much like a blood blister that was ready to break, dark red where it had been pink, then somewhat red yesterday.  While the three of us were in the kitchen, I turned to see Annabelle licking up what I took to be cranberry juice that had sprayed out while our daughter was shaking the bottle, forgetting the juice had been finished.

Sure enough, whatever the bump is, had broken and Annabelle, as dogs tend to do, was cleaning up in her own way.  (She also heroically helps clean up any food that drops on the floor if she can reach it before I do.  These days, I don’t eat anything that falls on the floor!!)  I was thankful first of all that it broke where the blood went on a floor that could be easily cleaned, that the two of us were here to take care of it and that we had sterile pads and an Ace bandage in the house.  After applying some antibiotic, the pad was placed over the bump, the Ace bandage wrapped gently around Annabelle’s neck and fastened.  She now looks like a whiplash patient who has a neck brace, but it doesn’t seem to bother her and she’s snoozing in her bed right now, the light colored-spot on her nose colored dark pink, the way it inexplicably becomes when she sleeps.   The vet will be here in the next half hour or forty-five minutes and we’ll see what the problem is.

I marvel again that a dog that was somehow involved in a fighting ring, probably not as a fighter but possibly as a bait dog, can be so loving, so gentle, so friendly.  She had a great time yesterday as we celebrated Easter, because there were three extra people in the house.  The extra attention was lapped up, figuratively speaking this time.   I’m sure the cacophony of smells—more freshly baked bread, honey-baked ham, lots of shoes (which she loves to sniff), pasta with a spicy topping, etc.—didn’t hurt either, especially after my sister-in-law gave her a few small pieces of ham as a reward for doing a few “stays” and “shakes”.  The shaking was humorous because Annabelle shakes with her right leg, just as a person shakes with their right hand.  But my sister-in-law’s dog shakes with her left paw so at first, Annabelle didn’t respond because the hand being extended was on the wrong side.

For now, we wait for the vet; me working, she snoozing, in perfect amity.  Soon there will be another hole in our lives, but for now, we wait.

  1. jodiks says:

    Fostering is one of the hardest but most rewarding things one can do. Annabelle is simply beautiful. My hubby and I are having to say goodbye to a foster we really love as well. It’s hard and I too fear that hole. I send you sympathetic hugs and love to Annabelle that her transition goes smoothly.

    • Thanks for the hugs and thanks to you guys for fostering, too. It’s totally worth it, even when difficult. It really is very much like having children and being with them through the process of growing up…except that the dogs never really grow up. 🙂 All the best with your transition, too.

  2. Marlo says:

    Thank you for fostering Annabelle!

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